Time
It is late late into the night. "Past lives" plays on loop. Street lights, barking dogs, silence. I have grown accustomed to the new home. Convivence is lovely, and the indoor punching bag hits different. No car, no problem - I hope it's been put to better use now.
This semester, we started off strong in many aspects but lacked in others. It's like they say, give a man the whole day to do a task, and he will take the whole day. Give him 3 hrs and he will take 3. The academic load is definitely easier, but my time management and efficiency has been lacking. Its fking 1 in the morning and i'm not asleep... why? Too much time wasted dicking around, I need to stay focused.
I have taken great inspiration from Khabib lately (that man is a legend). He is the true definition of honor, hard work, and dedication to the grind. I will fix my sleep and remove all distractions. When we work, we work all the way. When we rest, likewise, we rest to the fullest extent. Damn these thoughts sporadic, must go sleep
Update: I started fighting again. I was able to convince some of the broskis too. A new journey begins. Fight, lift, eat clean, study, sleep. No more phone, no more distractions.
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